by TorreS, Pet
A man in his fifties, with a red cap, white shirt, jeans and red apron fills some white bags with candy popcorn. Minutes later, I hear a noise on the window to my right, the driver presses a button and the dark glass downs before my eyes.
Larsson's green eyes cross mine, while he is partially bent over my window.
He raises his hand and offers me a bag of fresh popcorn filled with condensed milk.
"I believe you like popcorn."
He tries to be gentle again, perhaps to undo this tense and strange atmosphere that is surrounding us after our lips almost have collided in that club.
My surprised look meets the bag of popcorn in front of me and I politely hold it, but the word 'thanks' comes out of my mouth with no force.
Larsson crosses behind his car and returns to sit on the car seat, closes the door and the driver moves on.
I eat slowly my first sweet popcorn with condensed milk. But I realize that Larsson watches me discreetly, while he keeps his elbow resting on the glass of the car and his index finger is touching his lips.
The condensed milk pours on the ditch of my breasts above the neckline of my dress.
"You're smearing yourself with condensed milk!" He exclaims with his hoarse and gentle voice and his forefinger glides over my soft and delicate skin, between the neckline of my dress and removes all the condensed milk from me.
My heart races, I feel a shudder inside me, my eyes enlarges in fear.
What does his audacious attitude wish for?
Condensed milk or me?
I look in his direction and he licks slowly the condensed milk on his forefinger as his intense eyes magnetize mine.
"It's a delight!"
Again I shudder at his seductive voice to my left. The driver raises his neck and tries to see through the rearview mirror.
Larsson comprehends my shyness through my cheeks burning with shame, so he looks forward and tries to ignore his sassy and malicious attitude.
"Sorry." He finally says, pulling his overcoat and adapting it to his body, and his gaze remains persistent at the front glass of the car. "I scared you."
"I am not used to hearing these kinds of insinuations, it sounds like..."
I am interrupted.
"Indiscreet." He concludes.
I agree with him, abdicating my own words. He takes hold of my silence and orders me.
"Finish eating your popcorn!" his elbow remains against the car glass and he touches again his lips with his index finger. "And lick your fingers!"
He proposes and looks at me. "They are sticky with condensed milk.
I remain silent and quietly I touch the tip of my tongue on my thumb and also on my index finger and remove all the condensed milk from them.
But Larsson looks discreetly at me, at my fingers getting the touch of my hot wet tongue.
He smiles with his locked lips, maliciously.
My acts seem to get twisted on his mind, which seems to be the mind of a perverted and experienced man.
Chapter 6
We go into the house and Larsson walks to a bar counter in steel, with four black seats, several crystal glasses are hanging down from the bar ceiling.
On the wall there is a collection of drinks of all kinds. He holds two glasses between his fingers and put them on the bar counter, picks up an imported pineapple-brandy and slowly fills the two glasses.
I remain standing at the opening in the division of two rooms and observe all his gestures, he wants to induce me to accompany him in an alcoholic beverage, I imagine.
"Approach me!" he orders, raises his glass and drinks his liquor in light tint and exclaims completely seduced. “Pineapple Liquor."
I walk unhurriedly toward the counter and stand before the bar. He is on the other side, still standing.
"Try! You'll love it!"
I stare scared at the glass on the counter. He tries to hold back a laugh with his fingers on his lips.
"Sorry." He says. "I find diversion at your scared posture! Relax! I will not take your virginity."
I blush and remain silent, the word 'virginity' sounds so intimate, that talking about it bothers me.
"If it is you still have it." He insists, looking into my eyes again drinks his liquor and savors it as if he was savoring the taste of any woman.
I turn my body and begin walking away from there.
"I go to sleep." I inform him with rebellion.
Larsson abandons his on the counter, walks with his long steps and stops in front of me.
"I'm sorry Emily." His hand's backside touches my face. "I speak these things in joke."
I raise my head and stare at his face.
"Excuse Me Larsson TIGER, but I do not approve these types of jokes."
His hand's backside downs through my neck, over my shoulder and stops towards my left breast.
"Your heart is beating very strong."
He insinuates and removes his hand from me. The little brightness that comes from some luminaries distributed by the house slightly lightens our faces.
"Sometimes you scare me!"
I confess him and keep my parted lips, we stare at each other intensely and his eyes are so lit, so intense and my mind requires suffocating one kiss of him.
He gets closer and gazes at my breasts. His arms cross my ribs and he presses me against his body. I feel his hot breath against mine.
"At the same time I feel I am so safe in your arms, I also feel I am so lost in them." I whisper close to his chest, closing my eyes and then open them again.
His right hand goes up my neck and pulls strongly my hair, making me stare at his face, and another tug more intense comes up and I look into his attractive eyes.
As green as much as Amazon's jungle.
His lips move smoothly through the skin of my throat and travels through the tip of my chin.
Our breaths become panting and he removes his lips from my chin and walks away from me.
"Let's sleep! And do not take into account that little slip!"
Larsson orders with indifference and keeps walking slowly, however, I remain standing like a lifeless sculpture, and my eyes are fixed on nothing, showing my disappointment at the second insinuated kiss and not concluded in fact.
"Why do you never kiss me?"
I ask him as I keep my back to him.
He remains going on. "Because I avoid compromising acts."
He goes ahead and I hear his footsteps going up the stairs, I close my eyes and try to hold a tear in my eyes, but this tear is so stubborn and rolls down my face.
Chapter 7
"Come into fucking!"
I hear a male voice murmuring, as I approach carefully a partially dark room.
Before my eyes I see the varnished wood walls, some pool cues hanging on a wall. A pool table and three red lights above it, which are hung on a white ceiling.
On another wall are pictures of tigers in wooden frames.
My apprehensive look encircles the dark room and stops before Larsson TIGER's image, standing beside the pool table, holding an ivory cue.
"It's your turn, Larsson TIGER." He says in low voice to himself.
Larsson bends, aiming his cue at a red ball and shoots his cue against it. The red ball rolls on various angles and falls on the second hole to the left of the pool table.
At that moment, he looks toward the passage and see a shadow beside the ajar door.
"I am not used to playing with people watching me on the sly."
His voice sounds rude and I see it as a correction.
"Sorry, I'll leave you alone." I answer still hidden behind the door.
"Stay!" He ordains and rests his cue's tip on the ground.
I cease my steps and walk slowly into the playroom. I do not know what my interest in staying there is, not even I have any interest in games at pool table.
However, my answer comes quickly when I face Larsson TIGER's green eyes, being illuminated by red lights; however, parts of his body are dark due to poor li
ghting in this site.
My eyes runs down and goes below his half naked chest , he wears pajama pants in black satin and a also robe in satin black, he surrounds the pool table and I can see an image of tiger embroidered on the back of his Satin robe . His feet were shoeless and he steps slightly on the playroom floor,
I stop beside the pool table and watch him playing.
"Do you have the habit of playing alone?"
He looks at me; hold a chalk and smoothes the tip of his cue. "I challenge myself."
He blows on the tip of his cue, removing excess of chalk on it.
My eyebrows bounce off my forehead, as I am finding this all is very exotic. Someone who challenges himself. This attitude seems to be more of a person who does not like or never accepts losing.
"Apparently, you hate to lose!" I comment looking at the yellow ball on the table with green surface.
He realizes that I'm looking at the yellow ball, then he takes aim at that ball with the tip of his cue and shakes it with a fierce shot, the ball rotates by six or seven times and falls on the last right hole next to me.
He raises his head, stares at me and his eyes are more lit and bright. "I always triumph over."
I shrug my shoulders and tremble before his audacious, challenging and stunning look.
He seems to invite me to play another type of game. This involves caresses, whispers, moans and much pleasure. In that game all the people involved in it never lose.
He walks to the other side and takes aim at the last black ball and another flawlessly shot and the ball falls on the second hole to his right.
He gets raised up and stares at me again with his ablaze green eyes. He loses his cue on the table and walks slowly towards me.
Larsson TIGER stands before me and stares at me from head to foot, seizing me and finally he realizes that I'm in a marked-waist dress in salmon color.
His cold stare makes me move backward and my hands and my bum lean against the side of the pool table.
I feel like my skin starts burning and flaming in desire, how I wish he touch me and kiss me.
However, he remains motionless, just daring me with magnetism of his eyes.
If this is one of their games of seduction, he knows to do it perfectly well.
Because right now I'm dying to fly on his neck and begs him to kiss me. But it lacks me the courage and boldness to do it.
My lips are parted expecting the soft touch of his lips on mine, and nothing ends up happening, I slide my hands on the pool table and try to hold it as if I was holding Larsson TIGER's flesh.
He looks at the movements of my hands and smiles maliciously, already imagining what they represent.
His lips come near my chin and I automatically close my eyes, as I am already waiting them on my lips. But his mouth slides onto my left ear; he slides the tip of his tongue over it and says quietly next to my ear.
"I so easily seduce women." he smirks and continues saying. "And I always leave them wanting a kiss from mine."
He removes his face from my ear and walks back, still looking at me, and I am flushed, anger and shame with desire.
Who should be doing this little game of seduction is me and not him, I think.
What the hell! Why does he never kiss me?
He walks on and stops at the game room door and even he being with his back to the game room and to me, he tries to say with a teasing smile. "It's funny!"
Then he walks by the hall and go to his luxurious bedroom.
Chapter 8
I also walk to my room and shut the door behind me. I recline my back against the wooden door and look up at the ceiling. I close my eyes and try to feel TIGER Larsson's lips on mine.
What feeling would his kiss would provoke me?
I shudder and leave a sigh, as I am imagining his hands covering my body.
I open my eyes and walk to my bed, pull my dress from the bottom up and remove it from my body above my head. I throw the dress on the bed, now I'm just wearing a cotton pantie.
I turn off the table-lamp and everything gets dark, I lie in bed and try to fall asleep without trying to imagine how Larsson TIGRE'''S kiss taste could be.
Or that would steal my serene sleep for many hours.
Chapter 9
Seven o'clock in the morning.
Larsson turns to one side of his bed, as he is lying on a dark bed, full of huge black cushions, with prints of tigers; his blanket is black with a tiger's face printed on it.
Beside his bed, there is a small table with a black table-lamp, and some personal items.
Behind his bed, there is a glass wall, which he can clearly see the outdoor garden of his mansion.
He opens his green eyes, after he hear a distant roar.
"ZULU!"
The host exclaims at himself, throws his blanket aside and comes out of his bed, wearing only his black satin pants.
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My fingers slide through the bars of a huge cage. A tiger stares at me and roar at me as he looks annoyed. The animal runs into the cage and I stand watching him, dazzled with his wild beauty.
I realize that Larsson is obsessed with tigers, but not to the point of him having such an animal in his home.
The caramel animal with black strips roars strongly and walks toward me. Even though I was standing outside the cage, I feel threatened and turn back and try to run away. I feel my body crashing into another body.
I look at the floor and see bare feet, my eyes go slowly up and I see black satin pants, but above a sculptural abdomen. My lips open partially when I see that flushed chest with a gold tiger in the middle of his chest.
He sees I am tousled, in a blue dress.
His green eyes are before mine.
My eyes go downward to his waistline, I feel a desire to touch him, and because this is the first time I see him completely shirtless. I stare at his left and see a tattoo of a tiger on his ribs.
I imagine how much he must worship this animal, in a manner of tattooing it on his flesh, wounding his own skin and leaving it with permanent mark.
My fingers lightly touch his tattoo and I feel a shudder when I realize that his skin is creepy.
Larsson holds strongly my left wrist and removes my hand from his body; I look up at face and face him without understanding his evasive reaction, as always he is so obscure.
"You went too far!"
He affirms and his tiger inside the cage roars towards us, as if he were jealous of his owner.
"You left-Zulu angry." He speaks, comes out of my way and walks toward the cage. “I do not like anyone leave my tiger angry.”
He stretches out his hand between the barriers and the tiger approaches his owner and Larsson caresses the head of his animal with extreme care.
Chapter 10
"Where are you taking me?” I question to Larsson after his driver turns the corner of his mansion, driving at high speed.
I know I'm going away from Larsson TIGER's home forever, since he made himself sure I took all the clothes he bought for me.
He maintains a rude posture, just looking toward the windshield of the vehicle. Before long, he pulls out a cigarette and a lighter from the right pocket of his dark trousers.
His overcoat is open in front and the sharp curves of his abdomen are bulging.
The young man lit his cigarette and absorbs it with nervousness.
The smoke comes up and soon he responds me dryly. "Soon, soon you will know."
A few more miles and finally the black opal parks in front of a two-storey mansion in antique furniture. The walls are painted with pastel dye. Doors, windows and roofs are painted in white.
At the main entrance of the house, there is a lady with red hair and blue eyes. It seems she is in her fifties. Well dressed. Dressed in a knee-length skirt in black color, caramel satin blouse and black high heel shoes. She maintains a firm and obedient posture.
"Sir Larsson." She smiles slightly and shows satisfaction in seeing him again.
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p; Larsson gets out of his car and his driver opens the car door for me, then I get out of it with my clothes bags.
The red-haired woman looks at me and smiles politely, but I keep my face serious and unhappy for being there.
"Constancia, this is Emily." Larsson finally tells after he swallows his cigarette again.
The woman looks at me again, trying to gain my trust.
"From this day on, Emily will live in this house." Larsson declares.
I lower my head and look at my blue dress.
I think.
Did I do something wrong for him to bring me to that house? And keep me away from him?
"I want you to take good care of her." He says to Constancia and winks at her.
Constancia nods at him. "Yes, sir."
Larsson turns sideways and looks at me for a moment, his gaze looks like a farewell glance.
Maybe a goodbye.
I despair at him, as I think I will never see him again. My tears come down my cheeks and I try to control my sobbing.
Constancia stares afraid at Larsson; he throws his cigarette away, approaches me, trying to reassure me.
His hands touch my back and he pulls me to him, but my bags prevent me from feeling the warmth of his chest approximately naked. He rests his chin on the top of my head and when I can control my tears, I look up at his face and ask him.
